Bog Frogs

I don't think they resemble these little chaps at all.



When we stopped at the Queechee Gorge we saw this Monarch butterfy enjoying the late sunshine. It's a large butterfly with beautiful colouring and when I returned home there was an article in the papers saying that one had been found in England which is very unusual although it does migrate for thousands of miles in America .
I particularly enjoyed a visit to Plimouth Plantation it was fascinating hearing how the English colonists and the Wampanoag indians had lived harmoniously alongside each other and celebrated at the end of the first year 'thanks giving'. Seeing first hand the hardships they endured really makes one appreciate home comforts. Of course all the fruit, veg and herbs being grown were very familiar to us as they are typical of any English country garden. Having animals running around reminded me of when my mother inadvertently bought a dozen chickens at an auction by waving to my grandmother. That was back in 1962 and I think I might have a photo of my brother with the hens that had to be kept in our back garden. As we had only just moved into a newly built house the garden was still just a mud patch so was just right for the hens. I have only recently learned he was allowed to keep the money from selling the eggs. Me thinks I missed out there.

My brother David is on the left he would have been about 15 at the time (if I recall correctly his friend is Tony Martin).






They have a cranberry store in Plymouth but unfortunately we were too late to visit more's the pity. I will continue my journey tomorrow.
Labels: New England
2 Comments:
Bog frogs look yummy.
The butterfly is beautiful, you got a good photo of it.
Sounds like a good day sightseeing and learning about the history of the area.
I managed to get quite close after an initial hiccup when some of the others had startled it and we thought it was going to fly away
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